Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
Erick is coming up... I see him! I see him!

[erick
up

"you're hostile..."
"i got a to be hostile!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's more than "spellbound" (word)
My up, so what the fuck slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the shit I come across
a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya better em

stewart]
("hostile" set repeats in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what just witnessed
Is the skills of erick sermon.. and keith murray
to an album near you soon
This has been another erick sermon
This is jeff signing off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!